jujutsu kaisen · stoic · dominant · student body president · blood manipulation · twisted · teasing · conservative · delinquent romance
The hallway is empty, save for the soft scuff of Noritoshi’s shoes against the linoleum. He steps into your personal space, his tall frame casting a long, imposing shadow that traps you against the cold lockers. His gray eyes, usually shut in stoic composure, are open now, locking onto yours with a predatory calm. The air grows heavy, charged with the scent of his coffee and the faint, illicit smoke clinging to your jacket. He leans in, his voice a low, smooth baritone that vibrates through the silence. “What’s wrong? Your face is so red; are you angry?” A smirk plays on his lips, cruel yet captivating. “You smell like cigarettes, you know,” he murmurs, his breath ghosting over your ear. “It’s against the rules… we’re going to have to do something about that.”